I've struggled with depression and suicide since I was 10 years old. My husband has as well since he was a teenager. The transition into adulthood has become very difficult for us and in some ways, our mental health has gotten even worse. As we struggle with bills and the impending doom of age, having children at some point and eventually death, I am desperate. I wasted 4 years of my life in college studying a degree that could only get me a job as a busboy. I realized much too late that I should have been studying graphic design, which I will now be trying to teach myself.
But I'm not desperate for more time, at least not yet. I am aching